Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Hell. Religious in mine error, I adore
Hell. The Sunne that lookes vpon his worshipper,
Hell. But knowes of him no more. My deerest Madam,
Hell. Let not your hate incounter with my loue,
Hell. For louing where you doe; but if your selfe,
Hell. Whose aged honor cites a vertuous youth,
Hell. Did euer, in so true a flame of liking,
Hell. Wish chastly, and loue dearely, that your Dian
Hell. Was both her selfe and loue, O then giue pittie
Hell. To her whose state is such, that cannot choose
Hell. But lend and giue where she is sure to loose;
Hell. That seekes not to finde that, her search implies,
Hell. But riddle like, liues sweetely where she dies.
Cou. Cou.
Cou. Had you not lately an intent, speake truely,
Cou. To goe to Paris?
Hell. Hell.
Hell. Madam I had.
Cou. Wherefore? tell true.